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Once again a late-night post. The guys are asleep, I'm just sitting in the living room typing away and contemplating another cigarette, because thinking about school makes me stressed out, and thinking about why I'm stressed out about school makes me think about work, and thinking about work makes me stressed out, and thinking about why I'm stressed out about work makes me think about money, and thinking about money makes me stressed out, and thinking about why I'm stressed out about money makes me think of rent and health insurance....... And so on.
On a not-much-discussed note, my father will probably be going in for surgery on his arm. Which will be the second surgery he's had this year for completely unrelated things >.>; And, just, all the shit's hitting the fan for a lot of things.
It seems so difficult to live sometimes. Nothing is ever certain. People I've known, jobs I've held, places I've lived, have all been unstable in the long run, usually through random chance. Or possibly choice, in the case of the people. Hell, mental health and memories have even failed me before. And yet, somehow things seem to go on. I don't know, *yawn*
I ought to just go to sleep now.
On a not-much-discussed note, my father will probably be going in for surgery on his arm. Which will be the second surgery he's had this year for completely unrelated things >.>; And, just, all the shit's hitting the fan for a lot of things.
It seems so difficult to live sometimes. Nothing is ever certain. People I've known, jobs I've held, places I've lived, have all been unstable in the long run, usually through random chance. Or possibly choice, in the case of the people. Hell, mental health and memories have even failed me before. And yet, somehow things seem to go on. I don't know, *yawn*
I ought to just go to sleep now.